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Wild Thyme 10: unready for healing
Author: Kat
Title: unready for healing
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Wild thyme 10 (time heals all wounds)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Human, Daughter), miniature, brush (dearth), acrylics (Yeah, maybe it’s not healthy, but I’m going to keep doing it.), feathers (the painting The Scream was stolen from a museum), novelty beads (Passion Pit, Take a Walk)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG for violence and sexuality
Summary: It's not enough.
Warning: violence
Notes: Miranda broke up with Peter and was attacked and badly injured over the course of like. Seventy-two hours. Here's a glimpse at her mind then.
There are bruises rising on her wrists. They pulse when she squeezes them, pain echoing down her nerves. Last night Harry held her down and fucked her, hurt her just as she asked- begged?- him to do, and it wasn’t enough. It’s still not enough.
She keeps thinking of Peter’s face. Hurt, disappointment, the beginning of disgust, everything she expected to see. She meant to put them there, but it doesn’t hurt less.
Time, she keeps thinking, as she walks out of the building. Give it time. It will ease. Time.
The knife in her belly is almost a relief.
Title: unready for healing
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Wild thyme 10 (time heals all wounds)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Human, Daughter), miniature, brush (dearth), acrylics (Yeah, maybe it’s not healthy, but I’m going to keep doing it.), feathers (the painting The Scream was stolen from a museum), novelty beads (Passion Pit, Take a Walk)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG for violence and sexuality
Summary: It's not enough.
Warning: violence
Notes: Miranda broke up with Peter and was attacked and badly injured over the course of like. Seventy-two hours. Here's a glimpse at her mind then.
There are bruises rising on her wrists. They pulse when she squeezes them, pain echoing down her nerves. Last night Harry held her down and fucked her, hurt her just as she asked- begged?- him to do, and it wasn’t enough. It’s still not enough.
She keeps thinking of Peter’s face. Hurt, disappointment, the beginning of disgust, everything she expected to see. She meant to put them there, but it doesn’t hurt less.
Time, she keeps thinking, as she walks out of the building. Give it time. It will ease. Time.
The knife in her belly is almost a relief.